Forces At Work
you swept through my life
a monsoon storm clearing
the air, quenching a thirst
a fresh breath of air
in a stagnate room
brushing up against my spirit
but removing a part of my soul
maybe it was predestined
could be kismet or a greater
force at work, doesn't really matter
what does matter is that
you are here, for however long
for whatever reason
you are here
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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